Senses

I’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night. Hope you like it.

Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it.
Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it.
Dew kissed fence palings on your path : you can feel it.
Vapor rising from the glass like sound : you can see it.
An echoing put put from down the arm : you can hear it

Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.

I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.

I’m not sure I’ve heard anyone making that claim recently, but then again I don’t get much delivered. But before there was fast food delivery, at least around home, we had delivery of another kind. Back then, and maybe still, organizations like the UCW, Lion’s Club, and even us students …

Just a gallery of Commander Hadfield’s pictures of Newfoundland from space. Will add as he posts more (if he does). Thanks Commander! Peter SmithRaised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School. I’ve always been …

About a mile or so down past Apsey Brook, the brook from Friggin’s (Fagan’s) Cove Pond and the steadies runs out to the ocean in Smith’s Sound. Years past, before even my advanced time, the Phillips family had a saw mill down here and you can still see remnants of …